After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

After simmering for about half an hour, the clay pot made a soft bubbling sound and was filled with tiny, dense bubbles.

The rice had completely dissolved into the soup, blending seamlessly with the purple yam puree, forming a thick, glossy layer of rice oil on the surface, emitting an enticing aroma of grains.

Lin Fan turned off the stove.

I took a freshly washed stainless steel thermos, scalded the inner liner with boiling water, poured the thick yam porridge into it, and tightened the lid.

After doing all this, Lin Fan picked up the insulated container, walked out of the kitchen, and locked the back door.

I got back into my Wuling Hongguang, started the car, and drove back to the hospital.

……

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Su Group, in the top-floor conference room.

Su Qing threw the pen in her hand on the table, leaned back in her chair, and let out a long sigh.

After a protracted negotiation lasting more than three hours, she signed several demanding supplementary agreements and ceded some stock options, finally managing to appease HSBC Capital's representatives.

The company has weathered its temporary cash flow crisis.

The people in the meeting room gradually packed up their documents and left.

Assistant Xiao Li came over and handed her a glass of warm water. "Mr. Su, have some water. Aunt Liu called several times just now, saying that Tuantuan has a fever and she took her to the People's Hospital emergency room."

Su Qing paused in her hand holding the water glass, and her brows immediately furrowed.

"You have a fever? Why didn't you say so sooner!" Su Qing put down her water glass, her tone reproachful.

"You were making your final presentation, and I didn't dare to interrupt you," Xiao Li explained in a low voice.

Su Qing ignored her and picked up her phone from the table to unlock it.

An unread text message popped up on the screen; it was sent by Liu's mother half an hour ago.

"Mr. Su, Tuantuan has a fever of 39.8 degrees Celsius. The doctor needs a guardian's signature. The old lady is playing mahjong and won't answer the phone. I can't reach you, so I have to call Mr. Lin."

The doctor asked if my child had any drug allergies, and I had no idea; it almost cost him his life.

I simply cannot bear this responsibility.

Su Qing stared at the long paragraph of text on the screen, her mind going blank.

How dare a nanny who's paid to work send her a text message resigning and running away overnight?

But that wasn't what worried her the most. The most alarming thing was that Lin Fan went to the hospital and would definitely take the child away.

So what was she after going to such lengths to bring her child home from the early childhood education center a few days ago?

If Lin Fan takes the hospital's emergency room medical records to court and proves to the judge that she ignored her child when the child had a high fever of nearly 40 degrees Celsius, and didn't even know what medication the child was allergic to, then she wouldn't need to fight this custody battle at all.

The judge will definitely award custody of the child to Lin Fan in court!

Su Qing suddenly stood up, grabbed her trench coat and car keys from the back of the chair, and walked out.

"President Su, there are a few more documents that need your signature and confirmation..." Xiao Li called from behind.

"Put it on the table, we'll talk about it tomorrow!"

Su Qing, wearing high heels, strode into the elevator and headed straight for the underground parking garage.

A black Porsche Panamera roared as it sped out of the building, racing through the deserted night of Jiangcheng towards the First People's Hospital of the city.

Ten minutes later, Su Qing parked her car outside the emergency building and strode into the noisy emergency room.

At around 1 a.m., the emergency room of the First People's Hospital of the city was still full of anxious and exhausted family members.

The air was filled with the strong smell of Lysol and the cries of children.

Su Qing's gaze swept quickly across the blue benches, but she didn't see Liu Ma or Lin Fan.

She took out her phone, intending to call Lin Fan, but stopped herself when her thumb touched the dial button. She couldn't bring herself to do it.

Following the signs overhead, she quickly walked toward the pediatric infusion room.

The lights in the infusion room were very bright, almost blinding. The seats along the wall were almost all occupied by parents holding their children.

Su Qing walked in, her gaze sweeping over the rows of seats.

Suddenly, her gaze fixed on a spot in the corner.

She saw Tuan Tuan.

The little girl was wrapped in a large black men's coat, the kind of clothes Lin Fan often wore.

Her eyes were closed, her small face resting on a woman's lap, fast asleep.

But what made Su Qing frown instantly was that the person holding Tuantuan was not Lin Fan at all.

Instead, she was a woman wearing a long khaki trench coat, her hair casually pinned up at the back of her head with a shark clip.

Su Qing narrowed her eyes, took two steps closer, and saw the other person's face clearly.

Shen Man?

Su Qing suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The two locked eyes.

Su Qing's gaze lingered on Shen Man's plain face for a second before moving down to stare intently at the oversized black men's jacket on Shen Man's legs.

She knew that coat all too well. It was the jacket Lin Fan always wore.

Now, this dress is wrapped around her biological daughter, and the person holding her daughter is her former best friend.

"Shen Man," Su Qing spoke, her voice low but as cold as ice.

Why are you here?

Upon hearing this, Shen Man turned her head and was taken aback when she saw Su Qing standing in front of her with an aura of power. She then slightly adjusted her posture, afraid of waking Tuantuan on her lap.

"Why can't I be here?" Shen Man asked in a flat tone.

Su Qing was enraged by this rhetorical question.

"This is my daughter!" Su Qing took a step closer and shouted angrily in a low voice.

"You're up in the middle of the night, running to the hospital and holding my daughter. What do you mean by this? Where's Lin Fan? He's here with a court summons, putting on a show of suffering for me, but he's nowhere to be seen, leaving you to play the good guy?"

"Su Qing, is your mind only capable of conspiracy theories and scheming?"

Shen Man looked at her, her eyes revealing an undisguised disappointment.

"Do you know what Tuantuan went through tonight?"

Shen Man pointed to the bottle of azithromycin that was still slowly dripping from above her head.

"She had a fever of 39.8 degrees Celsius, tonsillitis with pus, and was completely delirious from the fever. The ER doctor wanted to prescribe antibiotics and asked if she had any drug allergies. Your nanny was so scared she almost cried. She called you, did you answer?"

Su Qing's eyes flickered, and she instinctively wanted to retort, "I'm holding an emergency board meeting..."

"So, in your eyes, a funding gap of several hundred million is more important than your own daughter's life, right?"

Shen Man interrupted her without any mercy.

These words made Su Qing's face turn pale instantly.

Shen Man ignored her expression and continued:

"The nanny couldn't contact you and didn't dare to make decisions for the child, so she could only call Lin Fan in the end."

"Lin Fan drove over to sign the papers for the child and get the medicine after he found out."

"This girl hasn't eaten anything at your place for the past few days; her stomach is completely empty. She's been dry heaving since the azithromycin injection."

"Lin Fan was worried that she would be hungry when she woke up after her fever subsided, so he went back to cook porridge for her."

"He was overwhelmed and worried that something might happen to the child in the infusion room, so he called me to come and help out for a while."